I found beauty on a barren land
Dried burnt and scorched it was
Twisted roots and thorns that tricked to pick and when picked they pricked
But still the pure white flower survives
Its fragrance lasting miles
Its brightness blinding thoughts and stopping my feet to pause
It survived the flames
It survived the heat
It survived on it's own
On it's own it survived
It survived like me.
it survived the flames
It survived the heat
It survived on it's own
On it's own it survived
